If I got to live in a high, high tower
in a black forest and away from
I would have round pink walls and round
red pillows silk everywhere
and would cut my hair shorter and shorter
of course I would have gold-framed mirrors on the walls
and I would weave my hair into doormats
eat star fruit and bananas
maybe a pigeon if the witch thought to bring me one
and no one could climb my hair and no one
would dare to dare.
Because it wouldn’t be there.